Hidayat looked up, jaw agape at the madness that unfolded before him. He turned around to see if everyone else was seeing the same thing or he was just tripping—and, in fact, the events unfurling were real.
“Isaac, I swear to god, if I packed qat I would have told you.
Isaac, who had just finished getting his wound dressed, stood up. “I don’t remember taking qat anyway,” he said, narrowing his gaze. Then, he laughed lightheartedly and clapped. “I guess, if flying spaceships are real, then dragons might be real after all!”
“You’re not taking this seriously, are you?” Hidayat breathed and turned to the boy walking back and forth between the doors. His eyes widened.
“No! Because this confirms it! This is all a dream! Juuust a dream!”
“Saleh!” Hidayat cried, running out behind the boy.
Isaac, bemused, stood staring. Then, he smiled and looked away, pressing his fingers against each other, and walked over to the young girl.
“I wonder if I know sign language in my dreams. . .” he murmured. Then, he began to shape nonsense syllables with his fingers.